sotd 02.01.11

Also, the lyrics, for your reading pleasure:
His wife is tired, she wants to sleep
But all that Morgan Davis wants is Cream of Wheat
He waits and when she turns out the lights
He tip-toes through the darkness
As he slips to the night.

this boring life and he leads of buying and selling stocks
Makes him feel he’s growing old and tired
There’s no joy or strife just by passing time
In this boring life.

He wants the lights, the Jaz, a piece of ass
A toothless bitch to blow him for a vile of crack
He cooks his junk in some Gatorade
And scores a bag of chronic on the East MLK.

The secret life and he leads it by selling drugs keeps him up at night
He’s selling hash screwing trailer trash
Hey he’s making cash
It’s a whoring Life

” My friends are all salesman
My wife is a slut
There must be something bigger I can stick in my butt
The IRS is auditing, my life is in a rut.”

And so he’s fired his heat
He’s blown his blow
It’s coming up on sunrise and it’s time to go
He smells like barf
His hair’s a mess
He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat, hairy, chest

He stumbles home from a ‘lesie’ show
He will be at work in an hour or so
He crawls in bed with his sleeping wife
Just a night to break up his boring life.